One more day, that was all that was left and Thor would be returning home. No more council meetings and no more being king. He wasn't having a problem until the beginning of this last week, his mood suddenly became very agitated and he snapped at everyone. He wasn't really on edge about anything, but it was as if something was itching inside him and he couldn't get rid of it. It was almost painful, Frigga demanded he go to the healers who found nothing and sent him to bed. So now Loki was lying in the healer's rooms, the itch not going away. He snapped at the council and his mother, but there had been no problems in Asgard. Everything was fine and the last meeting had been held to which they agreed Loki was a worthy king and one they would serve. He did his duties, which was all they wanted.

"Son, how do you feel now?" Frigga asked as she came up to her sons' bedside.

He shrugged, "The damn itch is still there."

"What do you think it is?" She asked, very worried for her son.

Loki looked at her, he had an idea, but he really didn't want to say it. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt that he was sexually frustrated, he needed to be touched and needless to say he wasn't he enough to relax himself. His body lit up whenever someone touched him, even a simple pat on the shoulder sent his body out of whack.

"Not sure, I'm sure it will pass though." He reassured her.

She sighed and took a seat next to him, "Your father and brother will return tonight, maybe he can offer you some comfort."

Loki nodded, thinking that was exactly what would help. He planned to tell Thor as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Maybe Thor could make the nagging itch go away, or at least distract him from it.

"Well, the healers say you can go now. Just make sure to tell me if it happens again." She pointed a finger at her son who smiled, "Of course mother."

Frigga left and Loki got up and put his face in his hands, he really wanted to go back to Jötun and check the library. His gut was telling him it had to have something to do with his Frost Giant blood. But he couldn't go anywhere until Odin and the others returned, then he would talk to Thor about it.

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Thor, though happy he was able to travel outside Asgard, was overjoyed at returning home. He missed Loki more than he thought he would, and he wanted nothing more than to lock himself away with Loki until he was satisfied with him.

"Come on Thor, help pack!" Hogun complained as he was working putting out their fire.

Thor sighed as he turned around, "Excuse me; I was trying to enjoy the view before we leave."

Sif snorted, "Since when do you bother to think about anything that isn't fighting or food?"

Volstagg and Fandral started laughing as Thor rolled his eyes at Sif. He turned his gaze back to the water, and how the sun's colors mixed with it as well as the sun began to set. There was no way he wasn't going to bring Loki here.

Of course his thoughts could not go more than a few moments without being interrupted, this time by a rock that slammed into his head.

"Ouch! What in the name of Valhalla are you doing!?" He yelled at whoever had thrown the cursed thing.

"Get over here and help us!" Sif snapped.

"So you throw a rock at my head!?"

She rolled her eyes, "Like it did any real damage, now come one. I'd like to get back on time."

Thor his eyes but went to help, because in a number of hours he would be home with Loki; and he couldn't wait.

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Loki had just gotten out of a meeting, it was almost nightfall and Thor and the others would be returning. He couldn't wait; he really wanted to have things go back to normal. Being king was stressful, and he hated being told what to do; but that was nothing new.

He didn't have anything else to do; he had checked every single book that had anything to do with the Frost Giants. There was nothing on the itch he was having. Being constantly irritated wasn't exactly something he enjoyed, especially when it involved snapping at this mother.

He was in his chambers now, waiting for the homecoming to start. The people would be there just as they were for their king's departure, and they would be there for his arrival home. Loki would step down, they would enjoy drinks and stories and food.

Loki looked at himself in the mirror, he looked sick. He hadn't been sleeping well, the itch was keeping him up and he was missing Thor more and more and was craving his touch…

"Dammit." Loki slammed his fists down on the counter, this feeling wasn't normal and it bothering him that he felt that he needed Thor, he could manage himself, he didn't want to depend on Thor.

His eyes were red-rimmed and his face was looking paler than usual. He needed to go to sleep, and he would be able too. He just needed to get through this night, look presentable until Odin was home.

Then, at least for a short time, he could go back to being Thor's little brother. That is, until the announcement. Thank Valhalla it was still a few months away.

"Loki dear, are you getting ready?"

Loki jumped at the voice of his mother, "Y-yeah, just washing up."

If anyone else dared to barge in on him when he was in the washroom he would kill them. His mother of course was the exception.

"You don't sound so good, will you be alright tonight?"

Loki was avoiding her gaze, and then he started crying. And he wished he knew why.

"Loki? What in the world is it?" She gently touched his shoulder, and led him back to his bed. "I don't know… I'm sorry, it's nothing really."

Frigga sighed looked at her son; she really didn't know what to do. It was rare for her not to be able to help her children, and Loki was a lost cause at the moment. "Do you want help getting ready?"

Loki shook his head and took a deep breath, "No."

She sighed, "It's rare that I'm not able to help you, and I can't help but feel useless. I wish you two were small again, things were easier and I could watch over you. Now it's as if I can't reach you, I guess this is what happens when your kids get older."

Loki looked at his mother, "I'm sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me."

She nodded, "It's okay Loki, you don't have to know. And this looks as if I won't be able to help you this time."

He smiled softly, "Do you think Thor will be able to?"

She smirked, "Possibly, it's not the first time I've dealt with a sexually frustrated man, but it'll be a first for him." She got up and headed to the door, "Just be ready by nightfall."

Loki's mouth fell open as he watched the door closed. Why in the hell did his mother have to know all of these things…?

Happy Easter everyone!